The Favored Heiress
Chapter 142: Is it not ok?

Chapter 142: Chapter 142: Is it not ok?

Outside Other Residence, Luoyu stared at Li Qiao unblinkingly, attempting to read some hint from her expression.

But Li Qiao quickly concealed the glimmer in her eyes and gazed leisurely into the distance, startlingly asking, "What types of guns does he collect?"

Luoyu: "??"

After waiting for a moment, Li Qiao did not receive a response and couldn’t help but glance sideways, raising an eyebrow, "Can’t say?"

Was this a question of whether it could be said or not?

Before Luoyu could react, Li Qiao tugged at the corner of her mouth, "Then, never mind."

She would have the opportunity to ask Shang Yu herself later.

Li Qiao turned to go back, but Luoyu, with a cigarette between her fingers, tightened her grip and took a step forward to ask, "Are you well-informed about guns?"

Would the Li family really let her come into contact with those dark and cold weapons?

"Can’t I?" Li Qiao turned her gaze back at her, answering her question with a question.

At that moment, Luoyu’s rigid expression finally cracked slightly, her lips twitched, her eyes filled with scrutiny, yet she said nothing.

Li Qiao’s gaze indifferently tugged at the corner of her mouth as she walked straight into Other Residence.

...

Evening, seven o’clock.

After dinner, everyone left Palm Residence one after another.

Duan Jingming sent them off to the main gate with great reluctance, watching as they departed.

Before parting, Duan Yixuan stood by his Lexus courtesy car, watching Li Qiao get into a Mercedes G-class with both jealousy and resentment.

He had a car, too, but it was just a low-end Infiniti, by no means comparable to Li Qiao’s top-of-the-line G-class.

Duan Yilang sat in the backseat, lowered the window, and called out to her, "Stop looking, hurry up and get in."

Duan Yixuan glared at him resentfully, got into the car, and muttered quietly, "Wait until I join Yan Emperor Group, I’ll buy myself a Mercedes."

The driver, Duan Yuanhong, looked in the rearview mirror, "Xuanxuan, we’re all family, don’t make such comparisons."

Madam Duan in the passenger seat snorted in displeasure, "You have some nerve to say that, look at you acting as the big brother, where is your authority in front of your sister and brother-in-law?

Even the old man, our Xuanxuan went all the way to Mount Pangu to bring back an inkstone for him, and it still couldn’t compare to the junk Li Qiao gave.

Duan Yuanhong, you’re just spineless, ignoring your rich brother-in-law and not trying to curry favor with him. Look at the life we’re living. Can’t you learn from your brother Duan Yuanhui?"

Actually, Duan Yuanhong’s uncle’s family was already considered wealthy, but people are never satisfied.

With her mother’s backing, Duan Yixuan felt even more animated, "Exactly, mom’s right. My uncle doesn’t just curry favor with my uncle-in-law, he also favors Li Qiao. I heard her graduation thesis was pushed through backdoors by my uncle."

"So what if you say all this?" Duan Yuanhong looked at them disapprovingly, "They’re rich and that’s their business. Why compare? We’re all family; what’s this about currying favor or not?"

"You..." Madam Duan was momentarily speechless and rolled her eyes in frustration, then turned to look at Duan Yixuan, "Xuanxuan, don’t listen to your dad. I heard you’ve made it to the final interview at Yan Emperor Group. Do well and once you make it big, we’ll also buy antiques for the Li family to envy."

"Don’t worry, mom, I’ll try my best!"

...

Meanwhile, after leaving Other Residence, Li Qiao along with Mr. and Mrs. Li and Luoyu’s three cars drove in succession along the riverside road.

As the evening deepened and the last streak of light sank into the horizon, the street lamps on both banks lit up promptly.

At this time, Li Qiao drove with one hand, her left arm resting on the car door, occasionally glancing at the rearview mirror. Luoyu’s SUV remained within her field of vision, maintaining a moderate distance behind her.